Dr. Song’s surgical skills are exceptionally high.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have graduated with such stellar marks.
However...
One cannot perform plastic surgery on oneself.
He drew the positions on his face where surgery was needed, then instructed the apprentice he had trained to help perform the task.
During the process, the apprentice, due to nervous hand tremors, failed the surgery twice.
Even after these two failed attempts, Dr. Song didn’t give up.
After nurous attempts, finally, he sculpted his ordinary facial features into the refined and handso appearance he has now.
The hardships involved far exceeded what any ordinary person could imagine.
Upon scrutinizing his records, it’s not difficult to see why Dr. Song developed such harsh determination.
Song Jinghuan exhibited extraordinary talent from a young age.
But his family’s situation wasn’t very good.
Simply put, his ability to continue schooling was thanks to his own excellence; otherwise, his family would have long forced him to drop out.
Perhaps, knowing that his only reliance was academics, Song Jinghuan always worked hard.
After becoming a plastic surgeon, he continued to work very diligently.
Apart from having himself undergo surgery, he also put great effort into performing surgery for others.
From any perspective, Song Jinghuan appeared to be highly proactive and striving for excellence.
However...
His ability to operate on himself suggests that, apart from his outward positivity, he may harbor hidden traits unknowable to others.
This needs to be clarified.
Quan Jinbei stared at Song Jinghuan’s photo for a mont, then frowned: "There are no photos of him before the surgery here."
"Logically, when investigating soone, both pre- and post-surgery photos should be together."
Jiu Yanchuan said, looking at Quan Jinbei, since he was the one who directed the search.
Soon, the issue had an answer.
The investigator assigned by Jiu Yanchuan did not slack off; he had made efforts to find Song Jinghuan’s pre-surgery photos.
However...
The strangely unsettling thing was, no matter the efforts, the photos from the past couldn’t be found.
From any channel, past photos couldn’t be found, which is quite bizarre.
Since Song Jinghuan chose to undergo surgery, he naturally did not want his past to be known.
However...
Being able to bury his past so thoroughly proves this isn’t sothing ordinary people could achieve.
A perfect transformation.
Song Jinghuan was leisurely reading a newspaper in his office.
Just then, a knock ca from the door.
"Knock knock—"
At the sound, Song Jinghuan put down the newspaper and raised his voice, "Co in."
A young nurse entered holding patient records and imdiately saw Song Jinghuan’s face, handso enough to make her knees weak, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
She dared not look directly at him, keeping her head down with flushed cheeks as she walked to him, placing the patient records on the desk, whispering, "Dr. Song, these are the records of patients who have scheduled appointnts. Please review them."
Song Jinghuan responded softly, "Alright, thank you."
Listening to his gentle tone, the young nurse trembled with excitent.
Dr. Song is so gentle!!
Even knowing Dr. Song’s face was surgically altered, she couldn’t help but feel attracted!
If only she could be Dr. Song’s girlfriend.
Boohoo!
It’s unknown which lucky girl will end up with the ideal Dr. Song.
Hmph, it could also be so undeserving guy.
No matter the possibility, jealousy burns towards whoever might win Dr. Song’s heart.
While inwardly fantasizing, the young nurse did not notice that Song Jinghuan’s gaze was cold.
His eyes held no ripple.
None of that gentleness, not even a hint of warmth.
His gaze at anything was like viewing a dead object.
Such a lifeless gaze is not sothing a gentle doctor should have.
Unfortunately, the young nurse didn’t realize this.
In her eyes, Dr. Song was perfect and gentle.
Enduring for a mont, seeing her still lost in fantasy, Song Jinghuan grew sowhat impatient.
A trace of irritation swiftly passed his eyes, though his tone remained gentle: "Is there anything else?"
Upon hearing this, the young nurse finally snapped back to reality, patting her forehead in frustration, "Sorry, Dr. Song, I was a bit distracted."
Song Jinghuan curved his lips slightly, replying good-naturedly, "It’s fine."
Her heart brimming with excitent, the young nurse said goodbye and floated out of the room.
Once outside, she headed straight to the nurse station to share her "fortunate" encounter with her friends.
"You all wouldn’t believe the treatnt I just received!"
"What treatnt?"
"Weren’t you just delivering records to Dr. Song?"
"Oh dear? You actually delivered records to Dr. Song! Why didn’t you take along! I want to see Dr. Song’s divine face up close too!"
"What did Dr. Song say to you?"
Upon finishing, a chorus of excited responses imdiately followed.
Calming herself, the young nurse excitedly exclaid, "Dr. Song is really so gentle! I swear, he’s the most, most, most gentle person I’ve ever t! If only I could be his girlfriend..."
She finished, then felt soone pinch her arm, "Wake up? Dr. Song belongs to everyone, you want to monopolize him?"
"I was just saying, can’t I fantasize?"
"I was going to mock you, but hearing ’fantasize’..." a nurse snarked.
Rolling her eyes, the young nurse snapped, "As if you don’t think this yourself. Dr. Song is so wonderful, who in the nurse station hasn’t had thoughts about him?"
Just then Nurse Nana, holding dical records, scoffed, "You may think Dr. Song is desirable, but I don’t share that sentint. Let tell you, I have no interest in Dr. Song at all."
Unconvinced, the young nurse retorted, "Saying you have no interest doesn’t make it true. Dr. Song is so handso and gentle; how could you not like him?"
Nurse Nana rolled her eyes, "I’d admit, Dr. Song is indeed handso now, but everyone knows his face is surgically created, not naturally handso, what’s so attractive about that?"
"As for his gentleness? Tch, how could anyone still fancy a central air-conditioner personality these days?"
Left speechless by Nana’s counter, the young nurse stamred to defend Dr. Song, "Dr. Song is not a central air conditioner! He is just kind to everyone, which only proves his good nature, what does it have to do with being a central air conditioner?"
Nana crossed her arms, brimming with disdain, "And the surgery? How do you explain that?"
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